Luyện nghe bài hát Wu-Gambinos

And in our of work, we need all the help we can get
Tony Wind is the name, he works for a drug in Central America
Who wants to kill
No information, say yes or no
One five million
Alright, you get what you -- money's no object
They're all clean, no numbers, untraceable
And are explosive head bullets, in the clip

[Raekwon, Ghostface, (Method)]

Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo-yo, here the cop man
Yo Starks come here, here Sun
Come for a minute!
Aiyyo aiyyo up hold up
we gotta go to the store for more baking soda
Yo yo yo get your fuckin, yo this of glass nig!
Get your big Adidas off my table man!
Get the off it man.
Yo chill man, pass the Cristal man.
Niggaz is man, damn.
Big ass shits.
Yo man you ain't smoking none of that weed in man.
man.

Bobby
Somebody go to the man
Sup
Get that soda.
(Yo!) Let's cut the pie five
(Noodles) We off with two mil kid
Fast (Rollie Fingers, no doubt through)
La nostra
(Johnny Blaze!)
(Lou Diamonds!)
kid.
(Tony Starks)
Universal
(Original claat bad bwoys)

Chorus: Man

Who to get you? None. They want guns!
I be the first to set off shit, to run
Wu together as one
I call my brother Sun 'cause he like one

One: Method Man, a.k.a. Johnny Blaze

it
Scriptures hit the body sawed off shotties
Like my hair and my nosepiece snotty
Fuck a nigga hottie, that whole pussy
Burn the deserts of Mogabi, for real
nuttin fraudulent here, we pioneer
Commandeer a new frontier, this be the Wu
Thirty-six of fear, huh, you lost it
Information out your faucets, hmmmmm
Time to forfeit crown and leave the ground
There's a new in town holdin it down
It's the two holster, shit smoker
Wanted dead or alive, on the poster
Wild in the West, a of my culture
And is the test, hold up
Let a nigga catch his breath, we payin dues
And the last one is death, to the essence
With that shit you stressin, this rap
Now peep Tical, the son of the
Isle plus my style, pays
The last and days, Johnny fuckin Blaze

Two: Raekwon the Chef, a.k.a. Lou Diamonds

This goes for niggaz who
Wu will like llello, ley no
coolin in Barbados
Ricaans be givin me shit, the dutch shit
cool papi, seize it with enough shit
Back at the lab a, crack's up
Yo niggaz act up, what blow up the workers if they
Senoritas, fuckin up a storm buyin guards
Suckin his dick, up in the long
for rhyme prime nigga jail time jiggas
Them up in Height figures bitin niggaz
Silks Wally-Wear finger rolled yeah
Jakes black rap millionaires
Rock hairs leather goose blowin this year
One eight hundred niggaz yeah

Wu roll as one
I call my brother Sun he shine like one

Verse Three: RZA, a.k.a. Steels

Solid gold is shinin
Solid gold, it Sun yo
Solid gold be shinin and blindin like some diamonds
I be pioneerin the style in the cloud with silver
Double breasted, proof vested, well protected
The heart the rib cage the and solar plexus
Castin stones, crackin two-hundred and six
And watch yo' ass get blown to a sea of fire and
How you approach it with dim pones
The overfiend like noah bean green souls a soldier mean
The grand exquisite imperial oh is it
The Ryzarector come to pay ass a visit
Local bio-chemical, universal giant, the black
Lickin shots to Crockett on the bicentennial
Happen millenium two thousand microchips two of penicillin
goes up your adrenalin son it's time for
It's a mileage resemblin who like followin
Trapped your projects like a genie inside the bottle

Verse Master Killer

God steppin forth upon down of the track
It's the sound that surrounds and me like I'm under attack
So I decided to down on the mic
So the pain of the track won't the fact
That I'm the Master, for lurks, is an expert
That hurts the individual who to visual-ize under
'cause I strike, thunder
Niggaz couldn't stand my heat, unbearable
My wisdom fucks up your
are fractured by the killa tactics
Style is and thoughts are mad jagged
Enter the entity, my
Is three hundred and degrees of humidity
Represent the school of hard knocks and my
is hoss and got mad moss for blocks so
Feel the force of impact from the iron of
The gat as I the track
From the blind side of the pack, Starks the chrome
Watch a get blown out his muthafuckin dome
piece, deceased, to rest

Verse Five: Killer, a.k.a. Tony Starks

Yo, aiyyo I got to serve them my way, move give me
up your saloon, clean sweep, like a broom
Full moons make me howl like a wolf breath
only new vocal cords I heard Genius on Gef
So step back, to the lab at, high
My teammate, cells well like a pharmacy
horado pablos plan growas bravo
Goodfellas we know, sellas become novels
The man rockin bands, silk scarves and jams
Early 80's rock, playboys, mocks, and shams
The laser beam vocalist does at symphonies
Bad days, watch me ice right outta Tiffany's
Remember them kids that came off 8 million
Robbed the Brinks and I in royal pavillions
Them flower heads must have stupid
Tell me how the fuck black niggaz get wit all that loot kid
That's jet money, undaground
Submarines and rings too bad you up dummies

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